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Significant Digits for the Innumerate

Suppose you ask me, “how wide is that picture frame?” (No, nevermind why you care how wide the picture frame is. This is a little device I call, “using narrative to make a semi-technical thing sound approachable.)

“About nine inches,” I would say.

Now, suppose your friend Friedrich asks you how wide the picture frame is, and I’m not in the room (let’s say I’m asleep—that’s where I’m a pirate!). You happen to know that Friedrich is of the German persuasion, and if you give him a number in English units he’ll scoff at you and possibly destroy your apartment with a Stuka divebomber.

Thinking quickly, you refer to your wristwatch calculator which you have been wearing since 1988 (in this narrative, your sense of style is atrocious). “There are 2.54 centimeters in an inch – I remember that from high school,” you think to yourself. Doing the multiplication, you smugly report to Friedrich that the picture frame is 22.86 centimeters wide.

Everybody’s happy, right? Not so fast, Copernicus.

I only told you the frame was “about nine inches” wide, remember? That could possibly mean 8.556 inches, 9.210 inches—you really can’t be sure. As a measuring device, I am lazy and inept. Do you want to be held responsible for my lax attitude? No, of course you don’t.

You are really only justified in telling Freddy-boy that the frame is about 20 centimeters wide. Giving him the extra digits of that number just give it the illusion of precision where none exists.

Friedrich measures the frame himself and gets less than 22 centimeters. He punches you in the stomach and leaves you wincing in pain on the floor, cursing me for not giving you a better figure in the first place. Sorry, I just couldn’t be bothered. (You made your bed, now lie in it, dammit!!!)

Oh yes, my point. Well, this kind of thing applies to a lot more than the picture on my desk. If I tell you that you can get $1.32 for a Euro, and $1.89 for a British Pound, you might similarly do the math and tell me that therefore, you can get 0.6984126984126984126984126984127 British Pounds per Euro. Well, you’d be nuts.

Fear and Loathing in Middle America

Briefly, between Pittsburgh International and my house, my mother was listening to the Oliver North radio show. A breathless woman called in to share this nugget with the world:

We were watching [National Lampoon's Christmas Vacation] last night, and at the point where the old woman is supposed to say grace but says the pledge of allegiance instead, they BLEEPED OUT GOD.

Clearly a paranoid delusion or a hoax, but it is beyond my powers of deduction to figure out which it is. I must say that if I wanted to start an urban legend and watch with glee as it spread, I would try to word it about like that.

So we switched the channel to NPR for a while, and they had a (lengthy) story about the patriotic country song being promoted under false pretenses by an artist’s fan club. I’d heard of this before, but I hadn’t paid much attention. The NPR piece, however, included a clip of the song including these lyrics:

Cause I’ve been to Hiroshima

And I’ve been to the DMZ

“Did I just hear that?” I asked my mother. “Yes, you did,” she replied.

I must say the drive was not a totally negative experience. There is nowhere else in the world with vandals that you would actually call “almost helpful.” Someone spraypainted this graffiti over a roadsign near my house:

DANGER DEERE CROSSING

Reason one, insanity two billion

It is unbelievably refreshing to see a Reuter’s story such as this one about James Randi on the Yahoo front page. There’s not even a lame and fallacious rebuttal by Gary Schwartz to be found in it.

The Unbelievable Oppression of Lyrics Websites

As recently as three or four years ago, it was still possible to find the lyrics to songs on the internet with limited hassle. It seems now that all of the lyrics to every song ever written in the history of the world have been hijacked by the browser plugin people. Clever.

I’m not sure what they intend to gain from this magnificent marketing move, especially since most of the sites just crash my browser in XPSP2. I’m sure it doesn’t help that apparently, twelve thousand people had the same idea. In a way, it reminds me of the Underpants Gnomes.

  1. Collect the lyrics to songs and irritate everybody by not actually letting them see said lyrics.
  2. ????????
  3. Profit!!!

I’m Turning into a Pile of Sand

The humidity in my office dipped below 20% this week, the same as last winter. If you need a frame of reference, the Sahara desert is usually at least 25%. Some people are able to tolerate this, but I’m apparently not one of them. Especially not when I’m in the 70-80 hour per week range. I have these questions:

  1. What are the long-term health detriments associated with being DRY?
  2. Would OSHA for New York City be likely to do anything about it being DRY?
  3. Is it socially acceptable to put chap stick on your eyelids?
  4. Seriously, what the f*ck?